The idea: On a family trip to Buenos Aires, the Spanish-speaking children would make the plans. Helado and lagrimas ensued.

It really seemed like a brilliant plan. We would go to a Spanish-speaking country, and our children, Finn and Kiki, ages 8 and 10, who have been in a Spanish immersion school for four years, would be in charge. They would grow their prefrontal cortexes, overcome paralysing shyness and engage with a foreign culture in a profound, meaningful way. They would transform into engaged, enlightened, well-rounded citizens of the world. Every detail of the trip was theirs to choose. Neither

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